Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, I just borrowed the name of the characters for entertaining, no intention to violate any copyrights.
This is a companion pieces of I don't believe U.

A/N : Thank you all for reading this new story. And also I would like to thanks the ones who went back to read I don't believe U, I like that story a lot and hope you like it too.
This is another chapter that I finished months ago. I locked myself at home during the weekend tried to write some more, but I came up with nothing (I blamed the real GA world). Instead, I made a lot of gif sets. Yea, I was bored.

Applaud to the amazing work from my wonderful beta Calzonafore35, you did it again girl, you are the best.

Chapter 2

Callie's POV

"What do we got?" I ran into the trauma room I got paged into. Snapping my gloves on quickly.

"Hiking accident. Sammi Andrews, 32, fell off of a cliff with her boyfriend." Hunt said without lifting his head from the patient. "On my count. 1, 2, 3!" He moved the patient from the stretcher.

"Ma'am, Miss Andrews, can you hear me?" I asked while checking her pupils.

"Please, please go help Paul. I saw him hit a rock. There was a lot of blood. Please. Please go save him." She begged. She tried to grab my lab coat when I leaned forward to check on her shoulder.

"Miss Andrews, please don't move, your shoulder is broken. Don't worry, we have other doctors saving your boyfriend. I Will let you know how he's doing when we know more." I moved to examine her legs, they don't look good. "Page Sloan."

"He... he's not my boyfriend. I was breaking up with him, we were fighting. I was walking away from him and he pulled my hand... we lost balance..." She broke down crying. Hunt and I exchanged a gaze. He ordered some morphine to sedate her.

"Broken right shoulder, open left tibia..." I stated to Lexi, my resident for today.

"I should've listened to him. I shouldn't have walked away when he didn't answer right away. I shouldn't have flung off his hand. I should've let him explain." The patient is still crying, but calmer due to the morphine.

"No sight of internal bleeding. You got this, Dr. Torres?" I nodded to Hunt's question. "Great. I'll go over to check on her boyfriend."

"Not her boyfriend." I called after him, without looking up from the ankle that I'm currently checking.

"Torres! You need me?" Mark entered the trauma room.

"Yes, I need you to help me with the tibia, and the laceration on her left ear." I snapped off my gloves. "Dr. Grey, tell them to prep the OR, I have to try and save her leg."

"Yes, Dr. Torres." Lexi answered. I could see she's trying not to make eye contact with Mark. I rolled my eyes, left the trauma room and walked toward the other one.

"Where are you going?" Mark called after me.

"I'm going to check on our patient's boyfriend... ex-boyfriend." I strode to trauma room 2, it was absolute chaos over there.

"Dr. Robbins, how is the patient?" I tried to speak up, making myself audible over different orders in the room.

"Not good." Tim answered, but his hands didn't stop. "Apparently his front absorbed most of the impact, really touch and go."

"I'm going to operate on his girlfriend, send someone to update me about his situation, ok?"

Not waiting for an answer, I rushed to the surgical floor. Mark was already there in the scrub room. Standing next to him, I picked up a bar of soap to scrub.

"What's the deal with you and Lexi?" I chanced a glance to the man next to me.

"Nothing." He said coldly.

"Mark..."

"She kissed me in Joe's yesterday."

"Mark Sloan!" I stopped my hands, and glared at him.

"She kissed me." He protested. "I was there with Tim. I came out of the bathroom and Lexi walked out from the ladies room at the same time. I said hi to her, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me. And then she told me she misses me and she'd never stopped loving me."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I frowned.

"That she still loves me." I could see the hidden smile in the corner of his mouth. I rolled my eyes. If I wasn't scrubbing, I would slap the smirk off his face.

"Have you talked to Tim? Does he know?"

"No. I was going to sweep it under the rug. Nobody would've known if it wasn't you and your stupid sixth sense."

"You're her boss; And you are dating the boss of your boss. You have to handle this very carefully." I shook my head. I saw they were wheeling the patient into the OR.

"If you didn't go out for girls night, Tim and I wouldn't have had to spend the night alone, we wouldn't have went to Joe's and this wouldn't have happened.

"Yeah, blame it on us. It's our fault that you got kissed in a bar." I snorted. "How stupid is she to mess with the boyfriend of the chief of staff?"

Arizona's POV

"I don't know, the radio show was just a temporary deal, to help out your friend, remember? I could handle it when we were working in our practice, appointments were flexible; But now that you guys have made me a full time staff member of the hospital, I don't have that time leisure anymore. I can't do anything except deal with patients. Did you know that this door could burst open at any time, and one of the doctors could just walk in and start to talk, without any appointment?" I'm busy signing the patient's notes, that I didn't even lift my head to look at Teddy. "And don't forget we have your wedding to plan."

"It shouldn't be this… big of a deal. You know." She signed.

I stopped my hand and turned my gaze toward her. "You want a wedding, right?"

"Yes, I do. But a small one, a simple one. With just family and close friends. The preparation should be fun; You, me, Callie and Addison picking out the dresses, and flowers. With Addison in charge of the shoes, we all ended up wearing a pair of hooker heels. Tim chooses the menu and we all disagree with him, we'll have fish and chicken instead of steak." The idea of that made both of them chuckle. "We're only in the first stage of choosing wedding dresses, and already you're stressed out."

"No Theodora, I'm not." My hand started writing again, quickly finishing the last one, and putting them all aside.

"Yes you are. You threw a tantrum in the store, then you were quiet the whole evening, and you didn't even go to Callie's last night."

"I didn't throw a tantrum…" I met her smirk, then I rolled my eyes. "Fine, a small tantrum. I didn't go to Callie's because she had to get up early this morning for a surgery, she stayed in so she got some more time to sleep." I shrugged.

"I understand why she stayed in, my question was why didn't you stay with her?" Teddy said with concern in her eyes. "You two aren't fighting, are you?"

"No. We're good. We just… Do you think… it's normal that we aren't living together yet? I mean, I practically lived with Joanne the day after we called each other girlfriends, and Carly moved in with me 3 months after we started dating. I've been with Callie for a year, and we still separate apartments." I spun the pen in my hand nervously.

"I can't say if it's normal or not, it's your relationship, you and Callie set the pace that you're both comfortable with. The question is, are you happy with it?"

"I… of course I'm happy, I'm comfortable with her. But I also want to have a place we both call home; You know? Now we say 'do you want to go to mine', 'I can't go to yours tonight'… I don't like it." I sighed heavily, and threw the pen on the desk.

Since the beginning of our relationship, we took turns staying in each other's apartment. Logically, it should be better to stay in mine because I have the place all to myself. We kinda christened everywhere in my apartment, and Callie's favorite spot is the couch in the living room. Pretty much every time we cuddle on the couch watching movie, it ends with me spread eagle panting, and moaning under the command of her fingers or, and her mouth.

However, her apartment has the best location. I can't compete with that when my girlfriend loves her sleep more than me. Even though she has an ensuite bathroom that we don't have to share with anybody, and Cristina isn't nosey at all, it's still an inconvenience. It's embarrassing sometimes, especially when Owen comes over to spend the night with Cristina.

I still don't understand how Callie doesn't see this.

"Have you talked to her?" Teddy asked after a moment of silence.

I shook my head.

"I know she likes her apartment. It's right across the street from the hospital, she won't give it up. But she has a roommate. I can't move in there, three people will be too crowded."

"You two really need to talk about this, someone has to take the first step."

"I told her my couch is getting out of shape, and I need a new one. Do you know what she said to me? I'll help YOU buy a new couch for YOUR place. She didn't think about it at all." I sighed heavily.

There was a knock on the door before Teddy could say anything. We turned to the door and there appeared the woman of our conversation entering the room.

"Hey Arizona… Oh Teddy you're here too. What are you girls talking about? More wedding stuff?" She walked around the desk and placed a peck on my lips. I smiled in the coffee flavored kiss.

"Just telling Theodora I'm done with the radio show."

"Oh, I thought the show finished 6 months ago." She leaned on my desk with her hip, her pager in hand.

"Yeah, but they want to re-open the project. Apparently, the audience loves Dr. Robbins so much, that they are still sending letters to the station asking about Dr. Robbins." Teddy held up the stack of letters she got from the radio station, our primary conversation of this meeting.

"Well, the show was pretty awesome. It brought us together." Callie looked at me with a proud look in her eyes. She held out a hand, and I clasped with it without hesitation. We're always craving for some kind of physical contact.

"No, it was the car accident that brought us together, the show pulled us apart." I corrected her. Secretly glad that we can joke about this now.

"That, I don't remember." She winked at me. The pager in her hand went off. "Hey, I have to go, another surgery in 20 minutes. Just telling you I'm going out with Mark and Tim tonight, golden boy is in trouble. I don't know how late it's gonna be, so I don't think I'm coming over tonight."
She looked at her pager, totally missing the twist in the corner of my lips. I glanced over to Teddy, who's looking at us with a furrow brow.

"That's fine. Theodora and I are going to talk about the… the guest list anyway. You go have fun." I gave her a smile, and a squeeze in her hand.

"Maybe we can go couch shopping tomorrow night?" She asked while she walked backwards towards the door.

"Sounds good." My smile went wider. We didn't have time, and I didn't have the mood to look for new couch yesterday. But Callie didn't forget about it.

"Oh, and I rearranged the schedule, I'm not on call on new year's eve. Please tell me you haven't made plans with your other girlfriend yet." She already turned the doorknob and the door opened. Stopping halfway to wait for my answer.

"Nope, you're lucky, I haven't decided which one I want to spend the new year's eve with yet." I teased. Teddy is looking at us back and forth with an amused look.

"Great! You're mine. It's too late to make reservations anywhere, we can stay at your apartment. I'll cook." She called over her shoulder.

"Perfect." Still giving her the best smile, I answered quickly.

"Call you later. Love you. And bye Teddy."

"Love you too." "Bye Callie." No even waiting for our response, she closed the door behind her and ran to work.

I sighed.

"You know, sometimes I'm glad that we kinda work in the same place, to have a stolen minute like this." I forced a smile to Teddy.

"It's sweet." Teddy nodded slowly. "Tim does the same. I think he learned that from Callie."

"That's possible." We chuckled together. "Tim was never a romantic."

"No, not at all. Remember how he proposed? No ring, no flower, no nothing. He just asked me over morning coffee. I still don't understand why I would have said yes." Teddy held up her hand to look at the ring. "And thanks to your granny's ring, at least I have a rock on my finger."

"That really was a terrible proposal, but I am glad you said yes. I can't imagine having someone else be my sister." I smiled sincerely to my soon-to-be-sister-in-law.

"How about you and Callie? Do you think you're going to marry her? Someday, maybe?"

Pondering the question, my eyes gaze fixedly at the photo frame on my desk. Looking at Callie's radiant smile, I smile.

"I don't think I want anyone else to be my wife."

"Then talk to her, ask her to move in with you first. What's holding you back?"

"What if she says no?" I asked sheepishly.

"She's so whipped. She doesn't even remember how to say no to you." Teddy sneered, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Now, back to the radio show."

Callie's POV

After my second surgery of the day, I went to Sammi Andrews's room to check on her. I successfully fixed her tibia and Mark dealt with her cuts on the face and forehead. But I couldn't say the same for her boyfriend… ex-boyfriend. It had been 6 hours, Tim and Owen are still trying to fix the damages. The man had coded 2 times on the table since then.

"How are you doing, Sammi?" I asked softly, while checking the drips. "Is there any pain?"

"Yes," She breathed out. I stopped my hand and looked at her. "My heart."

"Your heart? How is the pain? Like heart burn? Twisting?" I quickly pull out my stethoscope and placed in on her chest. "When did it start?"

"Like it's broken in thousands pieces." Tear drops fell from the corner of her eyes, I just realized she was crying. "How is Paul, Dr. Torres? Nobody is telling me anything. Is he dead?"

She grabbed my arm with her good hand while I'm still leaning forward to listen to her chest. The machine beeps like crazy because of her emotional outburst.

"Sammi Sammi, you have to relax, take a deep breath. Paul is still in surgery. My colleagues are still trying to save him. You have to relax." I hold her hand in mine and squeeze it firmly, trying to comfort her as much as I could.

She took a sharp breath after hearing me say Paul is still in surgery. At least it means he's not yet dead. The silent sob turned into a wail.

I tried to pull my hand away but the crying woman has a death grip, and I don't have the heart to leave her alone. Letting out a deep breath, I dragged the hospital chair closer by my leg, and sank down. I stroked her hand with my thumb occasionally until her crying subsided.

"Thank you Dr. Torres." Sammi said between hiccups. "This is not a part of your job, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." I pulled a piece of tissue from the box and handed it to her. "I'll send someone to check on Paul's surgery and update you, ok?" I gave her a small smile, trying to soothe her but the trembling of her lips started again. "Hey hey hey…"

"I killed him. He's still in surgery because of me." She took several deep breathes to stifle the cry. "He would be fine if I wasn't so demanding. We wouldn't have fell over the hill if I didn't force him to marry me or break up. What kind of a girlfriend gave an ultimatum in a relationship? I don't deserve him, Dr. Torres, he's good man. He is a best boyfriend a girl could dream of. I should've been content where we were. We were happy, I shouldn't have tried to change it... I shouldn't have tried to change it."

"Don't beat yourself up, ok? It was an accident, it was nobody's fault." I wanted to stay and comfort her, but my pager went off again. "I'll tell the nurse to get you something to help you sleep. Close your eyes, try to get some rest and, don't think too much." I patted on our linked hands with my free hand, and smiled timidly while retreating both of my hands. I walked to the door slowly, looking at the woman in the bed with sympathy.

Tim said Paul may not make it.